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I was out hunting ore in Arathi yesterday when another one of those earthquakes hit and Razza took a bad step on a hill, so now she's laid up with a bum leg. I'm stuck riding Saero until my baby's healed up. The bloody-minded overgrown gaudy jackass of a feather duster pecked me in the back of the head this morning, and then gave me a "Whatcha gonna do about it?" look.
I swear by all the unwashed socks in Orgrimmar, someday I'm gonna pluck him, roast him, and feed him to the kids at the orphanage. They could use a good meal.
Tyr's been having dreams lately. Bad ones. He's woken me up a couple of times now with his thrashing around, and getting him to wake up enough to come out of the nightmares has been tough. He says usually doesn't have dreams and the last time he did, it was right before Silvermoon fell. He said the recent ones are full of fire and screaming, and I'll tell you what, when he said that I got cold. It sounds way too much like what I've been overhearing from the druids and shamans and a few of the priests. The elements are restless. The dead are screaming.
Rogues learn how to look for the warning signs, to keep their ears open for trouble, and to listen their gut when things feel wrong. And my gut is telling me, to borrow a saying from the trolls, some major bad juju is coming down. I'm calling Korethael back to SIlvermoon, and he'll come if I have to drag him back by his ears. That way we'll be together and I can look after him if everything goes pear-shaped again.
I swear by all the unwashed socks in Orgrimmar, someday I'm gonna pluck him, roast him, and feed him to the kids at the orphanage. They could use a good meal.
Tyr's been having dreams lately. Bad ones. He's woken me up a couple of times now with his thrashing around, and getting him to wake up enough to come out of the nightmares has been tough. He says usually doesn't have dreams and the last time he did, it was right before Silvermoon fell. He said the recent ones are full of fire and screaming, and I'll tell you what, when he said that I got cold. It sounds way too much like what I've been overhearing from the druids and shamans and a few of the priests. The elements are restless. The dead are screaming.
Rogues learn how to look for the warning signs, to keep their ears open for trouble, and to listen their gut when things feel wrong. And my gut is telling me, to borrow a saying from the trolls, some major bad juju is coming down. I'm calling Korethael back to SIlvermoon, and he'll come if I have to drag him back by his ears. That way we'll be together and I can look after him if everything goes pear-shaped again.